Memories Poem by kay kareman

ma tears r falling
heat s roaring to b free
n i swallow

dumbness m so feeling
guilty wth m dealing
cost me worth i hav to say hello

with all the lie
written ba me in ma lyf
its hard to belive
baby
ma blood s still alive..
is it also a lie

if i cut head into pieces
or ma brain got crushed
thers nt surety
your memories will nt remain.
its Killing me..

your memories Killing me..
all the time
evryday..n.evrytime

ma last breath falls down
i dnt need you
then why ma heart is calling
you..
dreaming you
searching you around..
maKing more wounds..

raisins of blood i count
but your memories are numberless
but i want to count

before i go
i want to Knw
how many days i live
how many lives i live

your memories remain
even if m nt sound
m around